There are a lot of annoying adverts around, but the one that really gets my goat (and every other farm yard animal you could care to mention), is the series of highly irritating Sixt adverts.
Drive Smug!
Fuck off! There are enough arrogant tossers driving high-end German cars without dicks like you encouraging the bastards. If that’s what you want drivers to be like then we would all be better off if no one ever hired a car from your irresponsible excuse of a company.
It can’t be a coincidence that when which ever “That’s Nothing!” twat comes out of the advert showroom, there isn’t another car in sight; either on your forecourt or the road in front of it. That must be because everyone with even the slightest modicum of sense avoids your premises like the plague, so they don’t get crashed into or cut up by one of the halfwits who are getting encouraged by your company to hire a battlewagon from yourselves.
Hold up, as I write this diatribe against Sixt another advert comes on that challenges your position as the most annoying ad of the moment.
Fucking Chris Kamara and another of the never-ending series of shite Ladbrokes’ ads. “We want in now in cash”, sing a line of demented dumbass fuckwits. I know you can’t believe us, but whoever thought the tone deaf chanting of out of tune morons heading to the bookies was a good idea deserves tarring and feathering. Or better still mowing down by someone in a Sixt hire car.
If only we could fast forward live TV.